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“You know what I’m fucking talking about. You’re not going on a date with Liam.”

“Actually, I am. He should be here in–” I pause to check my phone before continuing, “three minutes.”

“Oh, I’m sure he is. What I’m saying is, I forbid it. Take off whatever slutty clothes and botched makeup you have on and go the fuck to sleep.”

I frown, looking down at my little black dress, matching black pumps and flawlessly executed makeup. Asshole.

“He’s a grown man,” I fire back. “He asked me out, not the other way around. You have a problem, take it up with him.”

“No,” Asher snarls. “I’m taking it up with you. Myfiancée.”

A humorless laugh escapes me as I toss my hand out by my side.

“Please don’t act like that word actually means anything.”

He’s quiet for only half a second before he’s back to snarling at me, like the untamed beast he is.

“Fuck it. If you’re going out then so am I.”

“I’ve quickly come to expect nothing less.”

I can practically see his eyes bulging out of his head through the phone.

“You’re a fucking bitch!” he snaps before ending the call.

In the next moment there’s a knock at my door. Well, that was just the thing I needed to get into the spirit of the night. Thanks, Asher.

Chapter Twenty

Liam

Iflatten out my shirt despite it just being a plain black t-shirt, before knocking on her door. She’s always so polished and pressed to perfection, I wouldn’t blame her for looking down her nose at me. Everyone else seems to.

I don’t know what possessed me to push her to go out with me tonight. She’s off-limits, obviously. If I hadn’t ran out of my dorm room tonight, Asher would have beat my ass. He tried to when I offhandedly mentioned I was taking out his fiancée.

It’s not like he likes her or anything. Honestly, he can’t stand her. So, why does it matter if I spend some time with her? She’s fucking hot and she has a little bit of fire in her that I’m just itching to set ablaze.

When the door opens, I put on my most charming smile. As soon as I fully see her though, I feel my smile drop and my stomach tighten. Fuck.

She’s gorgeous. Her long toned legs go on for miles in those black heels, before a black dress that hugs her curves like a second skin begins at her thighs. Her hair is in loose curls, andshe has a little bit of sparkly eyeshadow in the inner corners of her eyes that make them pop more than they usually do.

“What? Do I not look okay?” she asks, dropping the hand clutched around her phone to her side.

“No,” I say, snapping out of the temporary daze she had me in for a minute. “You’re beautiful, but I’m sorry to say, you’re definitely going to have to change.”

Her brows furrow at that as I gesture towards her room.

“May I?”

I watch as those beautiful green eyes narrow just a fraction, before she steps to the side. I stride across her room smoothly, my eyes taking note of every personal detail about the room as I do. I’ll be honest, there isn’t much. The room looks hardly lived in. Just a few pictures of her and a blonde woman. Then a blue and white bottle of perfume, a thing of lotion and a candy bar. She doesn’t seem like the candy eating type, mainly because I’ve been watching her for weeks and all she ever eats is a salad or chicken and rice. Maybe it’s a guilty pleasure of hers.

Turning my attention to her walk in closet, I step inside making myself right at home, as my fingers begin skimming through the different materials hanging on either side.

“Uhm, excuse me. What do you think you’re doing?” Skyla scoffs as she comes to stand behind me.

I don’t answer, instead grabbing a red shirt that seems to be the closest thing this girl owns to a casual shirt, before reaching for a black pair of jeans. I hand them both to her as I smile.

“Probably going to want more comfortable shoes too.”

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